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remind connections to
attachments that I have led.

Those winding spaces as the pendulum sways is
But a simple self reflection of me turning the pages.
So

know
It takes one little thing for everything to turn out wrong
One little thing for everything to turn out wrong
This slackjaw knife
The time gone by

of torture
No one can stop it
The walls are closin in
Handed down by 12
The verdict is in
Life is a death sentence
Trapped in the abyss
Life is a death

bare
alone by mizzen-mast.
The sailors jeered at Nicolas
who paid them no regard
until the hour of sunset came
and up he stood and stopped their game

I'm watching them all fly by
Reaching the greatest heights in my dreams find
I'm needing first a leap to climb

I await the day the stars won't

Je Suis Pret

Brooke Fraser

Brutal Romantic

2014

and the air is pulsating
I am awake, as it gathers, see it growing 
I'm in doubt, here it comes, am I ready?
Am I ready?

See the tempest looking my way

dying trees, tempest breeds
The sky bleeds, dragon feeds
Their messiah on their knees
Jupiter laughs immortal, supercell

Oh, cruel fate that hath

that's Campy my Vovô 
With a sawed-off at that speakeasy 
He got hauled off by the meat wagon
Even if he knew you he wouldn't speak easy 
cnd he did his

a stage

I sense the stars up in arms
Their mercurial charms
Incensed by the liveried curtain

And hence my journey, pockmarked
By the Stygian dark

I'll Be Your Girl

The Decemberists

I'll Be Your Girl

2018

works a full room
Like a lover undone by full moon
Like a lily alive in full bloom
I'll be your girl

And when the tempests rage and all the oceans

killing my prey
Growing steadily easier each one I'd slay
By blood and by battle, making my way
Unto the breach and into the fray
When I play

There is

car by your broken legs
Swallowing stitches in her sleep
As she stole my only view, may I never blink

While you stood over the pavement
I was

one body
Their caskets will be exhumed

Entranced by the pendulum

The Raven

Basil Rathbone

Poems and Tales of Edgar Allan Poe, Vol. 1

bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I

falling down
Straight to fucking hell
I'm dying, help
Nobody hears

The dead is the man who cannot give up
Haunted by the fear of dishonor
Dreams

felt by all and seen by none
Abandoned prayers, swallowed by a rising tide, the unfaithful flee to safety
But there is no longer a safe place left, to go

by the force of the tempest.
Pushed, to the point of no return.
Losing ground.
Let the steel of my resolve be not bested by the sum of my fears.

of Pallas just above my chamber door 
Perched, and sat, and nothing more

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
By the grave and stern

of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
By the grave and stern

rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
 low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush

into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,

door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it

The world spins on an axis
Seven billion people passing by each other all the time
But you and I caught eyes on a subway
Baby what are the chances

I Shall Not Be Moved

Johnny Cash

Unearthed

2003

Glory hallelujah, I shall not be moved
Anchored in Jehovah, I shall not be moved 
Just like the tree that's planted by the waters
I shall not be